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Chapter 1527 Stayed
Byron's footsteps paused slightly. He turned a corner and walked toward the bed.
The little woman nestled drowsily on his bed, revealing most of her radiantwhite delicate shoulders. Byron's eyes
gradually darkened.
Rosalie was still a little confused, and her voice was waxy. "What's the matter? Go wash up and get some rest."
Byron's breathing gradually became heavy from her muddled expression, but there was still a bit of restraint in
him.
If Rosalie were completely awake, she would have noticed something strange and avoided him.
Now, she was not only unaware, but she also looked up at the man, revealing her delicate neck in the most
vulnerable way.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosalie paused but got no response from Byron. She did not wait any longer, shifted the blanket, and wanted to lie
down on the bed again.
Suddenly, Byron leaned over and kissed her on the face.
Rosalie was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that her sleepiness had dissipated.
She looked back to see the man had turned around and entered the bathroom.
Rosalie was left lying on the bed. She was restless because of his kiss and could not fall asleep.
This kiss was nothing compared to what Byron did with her during this time.
This bed that she lay on was the very bed she slept on six years ago. This kiss meant a world of difference to her
now...
Rosalie could not fall asleep until Byron came out of the bathroom.
From the sound of the bathroom door opening and shutting, Rosalie subconsciously turned her head to look.
The man's hair was half damp. He wore ash-gray button-up pajamas, which were a matching set with hers.
Realizing this, Rosalie's face felt hot as she subconsciously pulled up the blanket, trying to cover her pajamas.
Byron seemingly noticed her shuffles. He turned his head and looked over.
Rosalie froze and forced a calm smile at him.
"You're not asleep yet?” Byron's eyes were full of warmth.
Rosalie nodded slightly. She glanced at the lean muscles exposed under the man's half-open pajamas, then looked
away guiltily. "I can't sleep."
The man chuckled, then asked her boldly, "Come here. Help me dry my hair.
Rosalie frowned hesitantly but slowly crawled out of the blanket.
Byron had already brought the hair dryer and sat by the bed.
Rosalie knelt behind him, carefully drying his hair.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalie's eyes flashed with astonishment upon the cool touch of the man's hair, and then her eyes gradually
darkened.
The two of them had nothing to talk about. The room was very quiet, except for the whirring of the hair dryer.
"It should be dry now."
After blowing for a while, Rosalie habitually reached out and grabbed his hair to see if it was dry.
Byron grabbed her outstretched hand.
The temperature of the man's palm was scorching hot.
Rosalie flinched involuntarily, subconsciously turned off the hairdryer with the other hand, and remained on the spot
without moving.
The aggression in Byron’s eyes was too strong. He stared deeply at the person in front of him. "You could’ve
refused just now."
Rosalie lowered her eyes slightly.
From the bottom of her heart, when she agreed to stay in Byron's room, she had already anticipated what would
happen.
Yet, she stayed.
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